Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.